Love of the Journalist

2. Tragic Death

...2.2. Tragic Death...

Armed with the information that has been obtained, the office car shot to Simongan road not far from Sam Poo Kong temple. There are many factories in the area. One of them is a textile factory that will be headed.

Pride clothes as a TVS journalist and id card he wears. With the backpack he always carried everywhere.

The backpack contained a notebook, a voice recorder or recorder, a famous branded smartphone, a headset, a jacket, drinking water and a camera.

Actually this camera is not mandatory to carry, because when reporting the news usually cameraman also participate. But just in case he always carries a camera in his backpack. And what should not be forgotten is also a jacket or sweater. Journalists know no time. It can be afternoon, evening, even early morning covering. When the heat or rain storm did not dampen steps to get the news. So the jacket is the last defense to protect the body.

When this scorching even during the day has not been picked up, it must be ready also mineral water that is always stored in a tupperware bottle. Do not rely on stalls or liquor stores because the area to be covered can be far from reach and difficult to find traders.

It is also impossible as a journalist, to expect drinks and treats from witnesses to be interviewed, right? Shameful.

The car carrying him had stopped right on the right side of the road. Seeing the parking lot of cars and motorcycles that fill the parking lot does not allow stopping there.

“Come!” Anton.

He and Mas Budi as cameraman, also followed from behind.

Just ask for a moment at the security guard up ahead. But from a security attitude as if not expecting the arrival of his team.

Various questions were asked by Anton, in order to get information even a little. Two other security came closer.

Totally rejected!

“Where else do we go, Mas?” Ask Anton.

“We go to his place of residence,” says Anton.

He also followed her.

“Eh, Mass. Waitaminute! Across there is ojeg base. It could be that we can get information," he said giving an option.

“I've asked them, Rei. Isn't that right, Bud?” Reply Anton asked for Budi's support for his statement.

Budi nodded, but before long said, “But that time only 2 ojeg aja who was when we interviewed them. See now, they are many!”

“Oke .. okay we're there!” Mas Anton.

Walk across the large road, arriving at the base ojeg. They use orange jackets as an identity.

After introducing himself to the ojeg who numbered 7 people, making him frown. No one recognized the victim.

He said the victim never got on the ojeg.  Then ....?

“I've seen him ride a rickshaw, Mas.” Tukas mr. ojeg who has a thick mustache.

“Oh, yes?” Sahut Kirei pleased. There's a gap in his mind.

“When and where is the usual rickshaw?” Ask.

“Kalo around here there is no pedicab base, Mbak. If there is a front junction,” replied the ojeg father while pointing the direction.

“Bapak know the characteristics of rickshaw carrying victim or know his father who pedaled pedal?” Ask again.

“Waduh, I did not pay attention, je ...” Reply mr. ojeg with his jaw log.

“Oke Sir, suwun,”

Mentoring!

The car went to the front intersection which he said used to pedicab there. But none of the rickshaws were shallow even passing by.

“Where else are we going, Mas?” Ask Anton.

“Huh, what time is it?”

“Sebelas.” Reply Mas Budi who sat in front beside the driver.

“We eat first ” he said. “Tanggung also want to Polda. Nyampe there just in the break,”.

The car drove towards the city. But in the middle of the journey. Anton instructed to turn around. “Turnback, Mr Yon!”

“Mas, where are you going? How to turn around?” Ask Kirei astonished.

“Contact so to Polda. Mr. Wadir met at the office of Ditreskrimsus,” he said.

“Pak, turn towards Banyumanik, yes!” Mas Anton chants the office driver.

“Ya, Mas.” Mr. Yon obeyed.

“What do you want to eat?” Ask Mas Anton.

“Next, aja.” Mas Budi.

“There's no soto, Mas. Like want that seger-seger so,” chirpnya.

“Pak Yono want to eat what?” Anton asked the driver, Yono.

“I also did it, Mas. All in except the hard.”

“Stone time, Mr. Yon the hard.” His sergeant joked.

“Yes can not eat stones, Mbak Rei .. he he he he.”

The car has stopped right at a food stall ‘soto seger’ typical of Boyolali.

“Wiih .. delicious. I've been drooling.”

“Ck, basic!” Anton.

But when they were going to find a seat turned out to be full.

“Ton!” Call someone at the end table alone.

Kirei and the group spontaneously turned their heads.

The guy called by waving his hand, “Here join!”

By chance, the man's desk was empty 4 seats.

“Siang Pak Wadir,” said Anton while shaking his hand.

“Cause. No need to be formal.” A man wearing a police uniform.

“Kirei,” he said as he reached out.

“Andang,” responded by welcoming Kirei's hand.

“Hayo, sit! Live pesen aja,” he said friendly.

“Still, Sir.” He spoke with Mas Anton and Mas Budi.

“You still have the cameraman, Bud?” Ask Danang to Budi.

“Still, Sir.”

“Kirei this later will replace me, Sir.” Said Mr. Anton.

“Oh, yes?!”

“So you to the capital?”

“Ya,”

“Happy deh. Hopefully there more success.” Danang.

“Still, Sir.”

“Sori, not to meet in Polda. The reason for the meeting with the leader was faster.” His word.

“No pa-pa, Sir. We are also new from TKP (Event Place Matters).

“Oh, yes?!” Danang looked to have scrunched his forehead.

And the light talk continued until the meal was over. The men seem to smoke. Kirei who could not stand the smoke of smoking came to the bathroom as an excuse.

Fifteen minutes later, he joined.

“We go directly to the office aja,” said Mr. Danang.

The journey from this food stall to the office of Ditreskrimsus is not far. 15 Minutes by car.

After the discussion about the case that is being covered by TVS and handled by Ditreskrimsus leads to the findings and evidence. The interview begins.

“So far the suspect has not been found. Witnesses are minimal. Evidence that was eliminated. Everything looks neat. But we keep working. Until it finds the bright spot.” Obviously mr. wadir.

“Brothers, relatives, friends can no one inform, sir?” Ask.

“Orphaned victims. There are no close friends. Even according to his co-workers a well-known victim of introverts. Not much talk and closed.”

“For 1 working year?” Ask again.

“Yes. So far what we've covered,”

Kirei seemed to shake his head. Not believing the information received. A tragic death he thought.

Then, Mr. Wadir showed general additional evidence. All have been recorded and covered.

“Good, Sir. We think we're pretty today. We thank you, you have taken your time. Hopefully this case is quickly revealed,” said Mas Anton.

“OK. Hopefully this case is quickly revealed,” reply.

“We excuse you, Sir.” Pamit Mas Anton's. He and Mas Budi also say goodbye.

The sun is starting to move west. The destination of the car is now to Bhayangkara Hospital in Gayamsari.

Show ID card and task letter. They were led to the room of a forensic doctor who performed an autopsy on the victim.

Dr. Haryadi, Sp.FM was explained clearly and in detail with documentation photos. How the body piece was divided into eight parts. Consists of head, abdomen, four-part leg, right and left hand.

“Hoeek ... hoeek,” reflex Kirei silenced her own mouth, rushed off to run to the bathroom.

His stomach was as if being stirred and kneaded just hearing the story from the forensic doctor.

All the soto food and its complement that made him drool, spewed all. He felt weak and his mouth bitter.

He shook his head. After cleaning his mouth. I can't seem to hear the doctor's story.

Am I capable (is I capable)?

Just hearing the story along with the documentation, has made him turn over. What else is seeing the victim directly. Oh my god. I can’t do it.

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